Eating before bed

This morning I told myself, as I have occasionally on other mornings, that I need to stop eating before I go to bed. How else do you explain dreaming about being chased through a large, unknown building by a giant anaconda?

Joe and my sister were also in this dream with me, but they were not being chased by a giant anaconda. They probably did something more sensible before going to bed, such as read a quiet, uneventful book. My sister did have the presence of mind to ask, as I flew past her, what my blood type was, as if that would make any difference if the snake attacked me. But it was thoughtful of her to inquire. No doubt she also wanted to ask if she could have my collection of antiques if the anaconda caught up with me.

Through a combination of luck, fast legs, and my wily intellect, I managed to escape from the snake. But when I woke up I was still in flight mode, and I did a thorough check under the bed, in the closet, in the shower -- evil things are always lurking in showers, at least in the movies -- just to make sure.

Then again, maybe these wild dreams don't have anything to do with what I eat before I go to sleep. Getting out of bed in the morning is something I've never submitted to easily, and it's a fight I engage in every day. Usually, more time in bed wins. I'm beginning to suspect that maybe this is the Lord's way of getting my heinie out of bed and doing something productive. He knows I hate snakes. I wouldn't be surprised if He used a giant anaconda to scare me into getting up.